I wanted to be reassured
And instead all my doubts
You secured
My worst fears were all true
You undoubtedly committed them into stone
With a sigh and a roll of your eyes


Now someone new
It’s easy to be easy
Honest
So anxious you can’t breathe
You agree

And maybe I’m learning from my missteps
My history of dishonesty
My lies I thought would keep me from crumbling
Yet all they did was build an unstable foundation

I refuse to believe this is all on me
You were mean
You snapped and snarled
I begged
I cried
For a whisper of the stars once in your eyes
I looked
I saw
Pools swimming with indifference
Clouds of emotion shimmering on the perimeter
You shut me out

I fell down
In the collateral
Of our ****** building
Stunned in the shambles
Of what I thought was
Staring at the pieces I taped together
Fooled myself into dreaming it was super glue

Awake at the floor of my ****** tower
Aghast in the debris
You float away
I am still shocked by this mess we made
Trapped within four broken walls
Crumbling at my feet
As we speak

Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.

A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.

What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,

Is among us.

It seems you lie to yourself,
Building up a fake world to fall back on.
Though, even if you do,
You at least have some level of dignity.
For if you brought these people here,
Only to rile things up,
You're disgusting.

Sometimes, you disgust me.

If anything,
I am as much as a hunter of evil as you.
Although I am no kingmaker,
No kingdom taker.
Ask yourself,
Did you fix a problem?
Or replace it.

Because in the face of paradise,
You disgrace it.

A night at the Museum,
and we're dressed to ****.
The mood is gleeful–
and the people, chill.
All court the kings and queens of shill.

Our ****** deeds are whitewashed clean.
Our grievous crimes are left unseen–
sanitized versions on the tv screen.

But our steps were tracked with care
by one who could no longer bear
the growing horror, the scenes from there.
The cry of anguish, the dead-eyed stare.

Now the blood drips on our shoes.
Our deaths headline the evening news.
Yet still, the truth has only views
on internet sites with volunteer crews.

When there is no other way
Desperation will have its day

Lies are deceived
Lies are clever
Lies are in disguise
Lastly, lies lead a person astray from God

Tell me that I’ll pull through,
Or I’m a little bit feel down.
For you it’s just a trifle,
And for me it’ll give a strength crown.

I'll know there's someone believes in me
I'll just hear, that he's somewhere.
Even it’s not true, doesn’t matter.
Tell lies! I really don’t care!

Tell me that I’ll overcome,
That my spirit is really strong.
But don’t pry into my soul.
It’s sealed up with black wax for long.

It shouldn’t be touched soever,
It’s only the time for its rest.
Tell me that I’ll pull through.
Tell me something! I want to be confessed!